Maybe he should find some help

Makoto kept thinking on what to do next, but every time his conscience kept telling him it was going to far, regardless of what he thought of that felt like it would be good enough for this Reality Timer to give him more than a couple hours.

'I am getting nowhere like this.' Makoto sighed. He just wasn't used to thinking in this kind of headspace. Looking at the timer, it read 07:20:59. He'd been going in mental circles for over half an hour.

'I need someone who is more used to thinking like a pervert.' Makoto mused with a slight grimace as he stood up, putting his phone in his pocket. 'And someone I can trust to keep it a secret.'

Walking aimlessly about the academy, he thought on who would be a good fit to ask for help. He didn't want any of his classmates getting weird ideas about him, so they were automatically crossed off the list. Teruteru, he was a pretty well established pervert without any shame, so he was a possibility... but he didn't know if the chef could keep a secret.

And he wasn't risking another Boring Change drop on making it so!

Kazuichi was a pretty casual one, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to end up helping him take Sonia away from Gundham - the princess and the edgy animal breeder were actually really cute together.

Maybe Miu... oh lord no! She could easily give ideas that would probably set the timer back weeks, but the world would be unrecognizable! Not to mention she might try to swipe his phone, and with the Ultimate Inventor's skills, she might make something that could actually break the world!

Makoto sighed, leaning against a wall as he bemoaned his task. Honestly, the idea that an app magically apprared on his phone and could bend reality was already pretty far out there. It sounded like an interesting story premise for writing fiction at best, and a stereotypical doujin at worst...

Fiction...

Doujin...

Makoto realized something at that moment. There were at least two people who were very committed to the concept of fiction at Hope's Peak, and they were even probably the type to be willing to keep what he asked them in confidence. Immediately, the Ultimate Lucky Student rushed off to find them...

Eventually, he found them in the same place, the Ultimate Cosplayer Lab. At first, it seemed like Hifumi was sketching images of a real life Sailor Moon, before he remembered how skilled Tsumugi was with her Ultimate Talent.

"Mr. Naegi! How rare of you to visit. Have you come to realize the glory of Doujin creation?" Hifumi, the rotund Ultimate Doujinshi inquited, adjusting hid glasses dramatically.

"...Kind of?" Makoto said, trying to consider how to phrase his situation to them.

...

"So you've been challenged at making your first fan fiction, and your requirement is an app that changes things at random if they don't make erotic enough changes before the deadline?" Hifumi summarized, sitting on a bar stool from one of the Lab's available sets. Tsumugi looked on inquisitively as well, having changed back to her usual outfit after walking behind a curtain. It had been so fast Makoto was convinced she hadn't stopped walking.

"That's about the size of it. Please don't tell anyone." Makoto pressed his hands together as he focused on avoiding looking at the thong straps peaking above Tsumugi's skirt.

"I see... you're embarrassed about the idea of being judged about your first erotic fanfiction." Tsumugi said, nodding in tandem with Hifumi. "You need not concern yourself, Mr. Naegi! All creators of works of art, fan based or otherwise, understand your anxiety! We will gladly keep this private until you are ready to reveal it to the world!" Hifumi reassured him in as epic a voice as he could manage (which was actually pretty impressive).

"Indeed. Now, for this story, you were looking for ideas, yes?" Tsumugi inquired, folding her hands in her lap.

Makoto nodded. "Yeah, you could say that. The only ideas that I feel comfortable using I don't think would be classified as 'erotic'." He raised his fingers for the air quotes. "And the bigger stuff makes me feel guilty."

"Hmm, so you are uncomfortable doing too much to your characters..." The Ultimate Cosplayer nodded thoughtfully. The Ultimate Doujinshi, on the other hand, raised his finger into the air. "Mr. Naegi, it feels to me that this isn't just a matter of what feels right for the story, but also that you are unsure of your own kinks, as it were." Before Makoto could try and protest, Hifumi plowed ahead. "In other words, this fanfiction story of yours is more than just your first foray into the genre, it is also your journey of self-discovery!"

Makoto was about to try and defend himself, before stopping to think. Honestly, looking at it from an outside perspective, he didn't actually know much about his own tastes. He mostly assumed his tastes were pretty standard, and even his first erotic additions were just costume changes based on thing he thought people would like in general. "I... suppose so..." He conceded, blushing pretty hard in embarrassment.

"Well then, we could easily start with more standard suggestions and work our way through them." Tsumugi smiled, clapping her hands together in front of her. "Perhaps we should start with something basic, like breasts!"

If Makoto had been drinking something, he would have had a rather impressive spit take.